A little night music

No, not the lovely melody of Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.

No, not the boom chicka wah wah of some middle of the night boom chicka wah wah.

Yes, the dulcet tones of the 7 year old heaving his guts out most of the night.

And then wanting me to sleep with him. Twin beds and me…yeah, we don’t get along so well. Add a sick kid in there and it just ups the fun factor.

So, this morning, I’m the walking dead, trying to not lose my shit over the tiniest little thing. And the 7 year old? Running around the house as though he had a perfect night’s sleep.

May the looooong day commence.


6 Responses

  1. awww…my sweet friend, I’m so sorry! Most especially since you’ve eliminated java from your diet. You poor thing!! Sending you lots of {{{hugs}}}} to sustain you today!

  2. Ooo… So sorry… The Hubby just had the technicolor burps earlier this week, so I know how tough it is… Hoping Little Dude stays healthy!

  3. Feeling your pain here. In fact I just got up from a nap because as a special treat for Reid’s birthday we decided to let the baby sleep with him last night. Hahahahaha. Ya, it was brutal and “ended” with him in my bed at 2:30. You think I would be smarter by now.

    Hope things get better…

  4. Oh, now! How do kids do that, anyway?

  5. I am sorry! I hate the twin bed limbo. If they only knew what it felt like for us the next day.

  6. sleep well tonight!

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